Tristan's POV
Mia was in my arms, her soft curves pressed against me as she tried to steady herself after tripping. Her hands clutched my shirt, and I could feel her warmth through the fabric. Her wide, startled eyes met mine, and for a moment, time stood still.
Her lips—plump, pink, and so inviting—were mere inches away. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t hold back the desire that had been building inside me for so long.
I brushed a strand of hair from her face, my fingers grazing her soft skin. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her cheeks flushed, and I caught the slight parting of her lips, as though she were about to say something, but I didn’t give her the chance. I leaned down, my lips capturing hers in a kiss that I had dreamed about more times than I could count.
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